Friday, November 18, 2016

what I take home

After six weeks in Ireland, I'm beginning to pack up and get ready for my flight home next week, just in time for the Thanksgiving holiday. When I come here, I stay long enough to sink into the experience, to feel a part of life here, to find my rhythm of work and social life and solitude.

A lot happens in a month and a half. I've had several visitors, my studio has filled with work large and small, I've taught two week-long workshops, taken many walks, had wonderful conversations with other artists, and with various local people, and have revisited all of my favorite rocky and rugged places along the North Mayo coast. It is my life, for a time, day to day, ordinary and extraordinary all at the same time.



When I pack my suitcase to go home, I never really know what I'm taking back with me. Clothes, paintings, bits of memorabilia, of course. But what has imprinted itself into my sensibilities, what is lodged in my brain firmly enough to persist in my future work? I don't really know until I get home and have had some time for the experience to sink in, and for the essence to come through. Each time I've come, I've been affected by a different aspect of the landscape--weather, rocks and cliffs, hedgerows, the bog. In my work this year, I've referenced all of those, as well as moving water and the interior of an old church. I usually respond to many aspects of the environment when I am in a place, and then sift through it in the studio at home to discover what was most significant.

A few photos from my walks:







I know that my work is about more than the visual, though. It is about a longing for connection, an engagement of my soul, spiritual nourishment. The specific sources of ideas are those that resonate deeply-- channels into deeper meaning. I find that this place in Ireland is very rich with these sources, and that they grow and change and become more complex over time.

A few of my paintings from my time at Ballinglen:



                                                            Abandoned, 14"x11" oil/cold wax on paper


                                                                                                      untitled, 8"x11" oil/cold wax on paper

3 comments:

  1. wonderful work, all the best. Safe home, eoin

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  2. Just discovered your blog and Fbook page via various art connections - thank you for it; beautiful images and beautiful words.
    I love the description of the bog that brought you to tears. That digging in of the rod to find the fenceposts etc buried beneath is a mighty powerful metaphor for spiritual/soul searching.
    Thanks again
    Roger

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  3. What a treat to read and see your blog. I resonate with your description of "more than the visual" and resonance. And your work and photos - just gorgeous.

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